Collectors Are Happy People.

Modern Poets Add A Lot Of Water To Their Ink.

No One Knows What He Is Doing So Long As He Is Acting Rightly; But Of What Is Wrong One Is Always Conscious.

The Fate Of The Architect Is The Strangest Of All. How Often He Expends His Whole Soul, His Whole Heart And Passion, To Produce Buildings Into Which He Himself May Never Enter.

We Are Never Further From What We Wish Than When We Believe That We Have What We Wished For.

Once More I Am A Wanderer, A Pilgrim, Through The World. But What Else Are You?